Spiked collar slut drops to knees in club lounge

The club's neon glow pulses around us as I drop to my knees right there in the VIP lounge, my spiked choker tight against my throat, marking me as his. I've been teasing him all night, grinding against him on the dance floor, but now I need it—need to feel that thick cock stretch my lips. My small tits heave with each breath, exposed under the sheer silver top, as his hand grips my hair and guides me down. I swirl my tongue around the head, moaning softly against the warm flesh, my eyes fluttering shut in needy bliss. The crystal orb on the pedestal watches as I take him deeper, sucking hungrily, my body trembling with the thrill of submission. Every pull makes me wetter, owned and desperate for his approval, lost in the rhythm of pleasing him right here under the blue curtains.